In the face of the interrogation of these two people, old Adrian did not react at all, just lowered his head and remained silent.

After a moment of stalemate, Frey suddenly raised his wand and aimed it at old Adrian: "Tell me, who are you?"

Arthur felt the hostility in Frey's eyes, flapped his wings in front of old Adrian, and raised his head and hissed.

The atmosphere was a little tense for a while.

After a brief silence, the elder Adrian took a step forward and said while reassuring Arthur, "Greg Audrian, an elementalist who knows a little bit about prophecy. ”

Frey shook his head lightly and said nothing, but the wand in his hand was ready to move, as if it was ready to attack at any moment.

"Senior Frey, please don't worry too much!" Sensing Frey's thoughts, Alan hurriedly said, "Mr. Audrian, we are old acquaintances, and we are definitely not enemies!"

"Yes, yes, I can vouch for it, he's definitely not an enemy!" Riel chimed in.

"Old acquaintances don't necessarily mean friends. Frey still didn't want to believe it, "He's definitely no ordinary person in terms of this magic!"

Alan was a little speechless.

Frey was right, old Adrian forcibly interrupted their spells twice, and each time it was more outrageous, as if the wasted magic was not worth mentioning to him.

"Unless he can explain what this huge reserve of magic is all about, ......," Frey said again.

"It's not for any particular reason, it's just a simple accumulation of magic. "The accumulation of years is nothing more." ”

"That's a bit of an unsatisfactory explanation......" Frey looked back and forth, "As far as I know, a normal person's magic reserves won't reach one-tenth of what you have now. ”

"Not even a tenth?" Ariel cried out in surprise, "Is that exaggerated?"

It can be seen that he was a little shaken after learning the news. Old Adrian had known them for so long, and had never shown his abilities in front of them.

I didn't expect this quiet old man to be so powerful......

Riel began to feel a little uneasy, and slowly looked back at old Adrian, hoping to hear some reasonable explanation from him.

"It's impossible unless you're also a boiling physique......," Frey said, "or, if you snatch it from someone else and refine it yourself......"

"As I said, it's just something I've been accumulating over the years. Old Adrian seemed to be a little upset, slammed his cane on the ground, turned around and walked away.

"Stop!" Frey drank, and began to chant the incantation, ready to use the magic.

"Wait, senior!" Alan quickly stopped in front of Frey, "I think...... We don't have to hold on to that!"

Frey paused for a moment and paused his casting.

"Mr. Audrian has saved our lives more than once...... If he really is a bad guy and has such powerful magic, we probably don't know how many times we've died!" Allen said.

Frey hesitated when he heard this, and then slowly lowered his wand.

"And you know, senior, it's a phantom horse. Alan touched Arthur's head and said, "If Mr. Audrian really has murderous intent towards us, it should have seen it early on, and it will definitely not approach him!"

Frey opened his mouth and didn't speak.

"So it doesn't matter who he is...... "Allen said, "the important thing is that he's our friend, isn't it?"

Old Adrian also turned around when he heard this, patted Allen on the shoulder with satisfaction, and said with a smile: "Good guy, you are indeed the most reliable." ”

Frey finally put his wand away when he saw this, and the expression on his face looked much more relaxed.

It seems that he also agreed with Allen's words, and finally dispelled the idea of continuing to ask.

"If you don't mind, I can take you to my camp for a short rest and replenish your magic. It's safe around there, I've been here for over a week and haven't seen a beast approach...... Hmm, I seem to be a little too cautious?"

So saying, old Adrian led the way into the path beside the swamp.

Several people followed.

Perhaps it was because many people or animals had lost their lives in it, and the whole swamp was filled with a putrid stench. From time to time, small flocks of crows can be seen gathering together to compete for carrion.

Fortunately, the swamp was only long, not wide, so it didn't take them long to leave it far behind.

"Go this way. After some further travel, old Adrian led them into a wooded field on the left.

It is a bit similar to the environment in Beya, surrounded by a circle of tree stumps, neatly distributed, and there are traces of placing enchantments. The only difference is that there is a tall tree in the center of the circular clearing, and a humble log cabin on the branches.

"This is it. "If you want to cook something on the fire, I'd suggest you place an enchantment before that, lest the smell of the food attract any troublesome guests." ”

"Thank you, Mr. Audrian. Allen said.

However, Alyssa was apparently more inclined to replenish her magic than eating, and quickly entered a meditative state as soon as they landed. Her mana consumption was too severe along the way, and although it took a lot of physical strength and energy to do so, she still chose to maintain a perfect state in this way. After all, the schedule is just over halfway through, and there are more serious situations waiting for them to come.

It was about eleven o'clock in the morning.

"There are still about a dozen kilometers to go, and if it goes well, you should be able to see the White Bone Forest by this evening. Frey said.

"What forest?" Riel shuddered when he heard the name, and the bread in his hand was scared, "White bones?"

"Yes, the fog-shrouded forest around the perimeter of the arena. ”

"Who, who's the name......" Perhaps realizing that his reaction just now was a bit embarrassing, Riel kicked half of the loaf of bread that fell on the ground away in frustration, "Deliberately scare people, I—I'm not afraid...... Well...... Not afraid ......"

"It's not who gave it, it's a recognized name. Frey said, "Because of the presence of the fog spirits, the fog in that forest has been going all year round, and there are countless bewitching birds...... If you're not careful, you may never be able to get out again. ”

"Doesn't that bird usually bark much?" said Riel, "unless you walk in its face and make him feel threatened." ”

"Yes, the average bewitcher does. Frey smiled softly and said, "But the bewitching birds in this forest are different...... They were originally placed in the Misty Forest, specially trained ......"

"Special training?" Ariel asked curiously, "What training?"

Frey gave him a faint look: "Their hearing is very acute...... Moreover, whenever you hear a human voice, you will scream. ”